What happens when a cat helps
Not my cat. (Sadly, I’m allergic.) But Freddie, nextdoor’s pet, likes to pop in and survey the outer regions of his kingdom. This evening I was in my usual position, adjusting fabric on the rug. He appeared and deigned to lend a rather superior paw.
‘Yes, I approve. Karen is sewing.’ Sharp nod. ‘Carry on.’
Then he left.